I live in a tiny closetA lukewarm cold water flatWith room for a couple of cindersA mouse, a hole, and a trapI don't worry about the flightsOr count the stairs'Cause I knowSomeone's there

I took a high paying sweeping-up jobDusting after somebody elseSeeing that there's clean on the windowsConvincing the snow to meltI don't worry about the rideOr the subway fare'Cause I knowSomeone's there

One day we'll move uptownOr even out to the country sideAnd for every leaf on a treeWe'll add one cub to the pride

Who cares if the floor ain't levelOr if the ceiling falls inHaunted by the devilAnd ghosts and boogeymenI can't be concernedWhy should I careNo place I'd go alone would compare'Cause I knowYou're there